I ran!
I didn't want to stay.
I couldn't.
To witness and feel,
What was being revealed...
There,
Before my eyes.
Frightened.
I ran to escape from it.
I could not sit.
There was something I knew,
I had to resist.
I had not been accustomed to truth.
Everyone I knew,
Ran from it too!
What else could I do?
But run!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one run cuz nobody reconizes truth